Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Monks,
CMW,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.